2006-06-23

a dually diesel pullin hard with a horse trailer in towmontana side of sweet grass and i'm headed hometrophy buckles and whiskey bottles and a worn out saddle hornbareback riders and teamropers, huskin taber cornthe roads get better every time i cross north of forty ninewell i tip my hat and it's good to be back across the medicine line

hurtin albertan with nothing more to losetoo much oil money, not enough boozeeast of the rockies and west of the restdo my best to do my damnedest and that’s just about all I guess

them windy b.c. mountain passes finally flatten outhairpin turns and pst got my heart up in my throatit’s hairy haulin horses up across the great divideand them wild chilcotin buckaroos, they sure know how to ridethe roads get better every time i cross that british columbia linei tip my hat and it's good to back across the kickin horse line

well saskabush is pretty, yup she's pretty flatand lord knows i'm a prairie boy so I’m pretty used to thatbut farmers facin off with gophers, man it ain’t the sameas bein home at the saddledome for the oilers at the flamesthe roads get better every time i cross that saskatchewan linei tip my hat and it's good to be back on mountain standard time